I was never quite as smooth as I thought with the girls,
I struggle to be recognized in a crowd in this world.
I'm frustrated cause sometimes no one wants to listen,
I tend to talk to the walls in my room while time's ticking.
I wish I was a little bit more sure of my views,
how can certain people hold an opinion they can't refuse?
I'm shaking. I'm not sure what it is that I'm chasing,
will one day I find a job that I'll love without faking?
You are probably not that different from myself-
I'm nineteen years old, a student, and in good health.
I'm really curious if y'all ever had these thoughts
when your head hangs low and you sit by the docks.
And maybe if you had we could write a movie-script
where the protagonist feels alone but he ends up with the chick.
Want a happy ending in the last of my days,
know there was a purpose, and I wasn't just lost in a maze.
Be the type of person that you want to be:
move to Palestine, get a job, or hug a tree.
Never be afraid of what your heart tells you,
remember all those times it all fell through?
Smile with the folks that you're close with,
reach out your hand when they have a loose grip.
Find a loving partner that rocks your boat,
take walks, make love, share tons of jokes.
Life is what you make it, it's so obvious,
if you don't love others it's way too monotonous.
Swim in the ocean and run in the forest,
respect the wildlife that came before us.
Laugh, because it keeps us strong.
Ask, when you think it's all wrong.
Be, your own unique identity.
See, with all of its clarity.
Find an outlet where you can release tension,
say what you think, don't ever keep it fenced in.
Tell your friends just how much you love them,
make amends in relations that have broken.
Take out your demons, lock them in a box.
Find out the reasons when you're tired and you're lost.
Stay human. That means have compassion,
oppose the war, eat good food, and don't cash in.
Do you feel this? I rip sick with quickness,
shape-shift give you a face-lift
like agents from The Matrix.
I'm like the red Pringles can and you're basic.
Displace shit, with my weight which
you facing, racing for a spot in the lunch line
but you're tasteless.
Bland standing hip-hop ain't felt when fakes drop
when the mesh of the mic comes from my lip the crowds stop
to listen that is, cause they still pumping their fists
jumping and bumping and pissed, they feeling my riffs.
Cause I'm an artist, start this, vibration of art
it's amazing, fading and blazing, it got me lazy and heartless.
But it doesn't I got love and tracking verbal with vigor
Touching here and feeling the same force that's how I figure
Smell and taste and sight allow you to sense and fright
what prevents the mic which i might otherwise have
but in listening ways shaped with the hastening pace.
??? That's another wise track.
I struggle to be recognized in a crowd in this world.
I'm frustrated cause sometimes no one wants to listen,
I tend to talk to the walls in my room while time's ticking.
I wish I was a little bit more sure of my views,
how can certain people hold an opinion they can't refuse?
I'm shaking. I'm not sure what it is that I'm chasing,
will one day I find a job that I'll love without faking?
You are probably not that different from myself-
I'm nineteen years old, a student, and in good health.
I'm really curious if y'all ever had these thoughts
when your head hangs low and you sit by the docks.
And maybe if you had we could write a movie-script
where the protagonist feels alone but he ends up with the chick.
Want a happy ending in the last of my days,
know there was a purpose, and I wasn't just lost in a maze.
Be the type of person that you want to be:
move to Palestine, get a job, or hug a tree.
Never be afraid of what your heart tells you,
remember all those times it all fell through?
Smile with the folks that you're close with,
reach out your hand when they have a loose grip.
Find a loving partner that rocks your boat,
take walks, make love, share tons of jokes.
Life is what you make it, it's so obvious,
if you don't love others it's way too monotonous.
Swim in the ocean and run in the forest,
respect the wildlife that came before us.
Laugh, because it keeps us strong.
Ask, when you think it's all wrong.
Be, your own unique identity.
See, with all of its clarity.
Find an outlet where you can release tension,
say what you think, don't ever keep it fenced in.
Tell your friends just how much you love them,
make amends in relations that have broken.
Take out your demons, lock them in a box.
Find out the reasons when you're tired and you're lost.
Stay human. That means have compassion,
oppose the war, eat good food, and don't cash in.
Do you feel this? I rip sick with quickness,
shape-shift give you a face-lift
like agents from The Matrix.
I'm like the red Pringles can and you're basic.
Displace shit, with my weight which
you facing, racing for a spot in the lunch line
but you're tasteless.
Bland standing hip-hop ain't felt when fakes drop
when the mesh of the mic comes from my lip the crowds stop
to listen that is, cause they still pumping their fists
jumping and bumping and pissed, they feeling my riffs.
Cause I'm an artist, start this, vibration of art
it's amazing, fading and blazing, it got me lazy and heartless.
But it doesn't I got love and tracking verbal with vigor
Touching here and feeling the same force that's how I figure
Smell and taste and sight allow you to sense and fright
what prevents the mic which i might otherwise have
but in listening ways shaped with the hastening pace.
??? That's another wise track.
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